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Eagles Of Death Metal - Heart On
| Rollingstones |
| There are more important rock groups than Eagles of Death Metal, but are any of them this much fun? Jesse Hughes and Josh Homme are essentially a comedy act, sending up and celebrating that high-Seventies hybrid of garage, glam and ZZ Top: scuzz rock. On their third album, the duo are as danceable as ever, but they've tiptoed away from straight musical pastiche, crudding up their blues boogie with low-fi fuzziness and oddball percussion. Much of the fun is in the lyrics, which revel in AM-rock-radio tropes — sleazy tales of tight pants and loose women. The song titles tell the story: "Prissy Prancin'," "I'm Your Torpedo" and "High Voltage," where Hughes and Homme croon, with more or less straight faces, "We're getting freaky in the shadows of the night."...full text |
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| Spin |
| When Josh Homme slithers into his Baby Duck persona as drummer for Eagles of Death Metal, he's giddily set free, unfettered by the pillaging, Viking-frontman duties of Queens of the Stone Age. Started as a '70s pastiche with singer-guitarist (and childhood pal) Jesse Hughes, the group move far beyond spoof on their third album, creating some of the rudest rock'n'roll since Johnny Thunders first stuck a lit cigarette in his pouty mouth and aimed notes at David Johansen's Adam's apple. The title track is funk filtered through broken glass, while "I'm Your Torpedo" is a swashbuckling ride on Sticky Fingers' tongue. QOTSA may be rock at the edge of the abyss, but Heart On vaults right over, taking flight on an updraft of woozy audacity and shuddering riffs....full text |
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| Allmusic |
| The Eagles of Death Metal take big steps forward with each of their albums, making their scuzz-rock sleeker and catchier without sacrificing its sludgy hedonism: Death by Sexy added seedy glitz and extra sneering to Peace Love Death Metal's gleefully low-rent Rolling Stones worship, and Heart On ups the ante again. Jesse Hughes and Josh Homme boil down their fetishes for boogie rock, disco, glam rock -- and above all, strutting riffs -- into its most combustible essence while also finding far more shades and moods in it than they have before. Kicking off with "Anything 'Cept the Truth"'s massive swagger, Heart On is top-loaded with addictive rockers. "Secret Plans"'' climbing riff and "I want what I want what I want" are pure id, and "Wannabe in L.A." picks up where Death by Sexy's "I Want You So Hard (Boy's Bad News)" left off, delivering effortlessly catchy late-2000s hedonism (at this point, "I'm burnin' gas until I feel all right" sounds way more decadent than sex or drugs). "(I Used to Couldn't Dance) Tight Pants" and "High Voltage" are the Eagles of Death Metal at their most louche and kinetic, soundtracking a long night out with grinding riffs and low-slung basslines....full text |
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